Passion and surprise

Roberta Valente

Marcelo was a man who enjoyed life. He loved challenges. He had studied his whole life and was now at the peak of his career as a delegate in an important police division. At 45, he was a handsome and elegant man. He had been dating Valentina for 5 years. He was happy! Valentina was beautiful, intelligent, and charming. She attracted attention wherever she went. However, something was missing that Marcelo couldn't explain. He felt incomplete, he just didn't know exactly what was missing. On Friday, after work, he went out with friends for a beer and they ended the night at a nightclub far from the city center. Carla was a simple girl from the countryside. She came to the city about a month ago to study law and work. Beautiful and intelligent, she attracted attention for her rustic beauty and simplicity. Now she was worried, which was reflected in her sad expression, since finding work was difficult. She tried everything, but couldn't find anything. Until Maria, her friend, told her about Roberta: - I heard about a waitress job at a nightclub. I thought of you! Here's the phone number. They said to talk to Roberta. The job would be at night in a neighborhood far from the city center. However, she had no choice, she needed to work. When she went to talk to Roberta about the job, the first thing Roberta said was about the clothes Carla was wearing: - They're too conservative for this job. You'll need to wear a uniform, tailor-made for you. I'm warning you now, it's less conservative than the clothes you're wearing. Carla's skin prickled, she became nervous, but she contained herself. The next day, when she arrived at work and saw the girls getting dressed, she knew she would have problems there. The clothes the girls were wearing covered very little of their bodies; hers would certainly be the same. She had never even worn a miniskirt before, and now she would have to wear that!! May God protect her!

When she turned 20, she decided to leave and seek new horizons. Studying law and working was her dream. And now it was time to go and pursue it. Carla had never dated. Even though her childhood friend was in love with her and never let her forget it, she never had any interest in him or anyone else in that small town. She dedicated herself to helping her parents and taking care of her younger siblings. Reading romance novels was her hobby; she devoured them and imagined herself in them. When she decided to leave, she broke everyone's hearts, especially her mother's. But she needed to find her own path, and so she left the small town. She took her savings, which are now gone. That's when her friend told her about the nightclub. She started on Friday, the busiest day at the club. At first, she wore her own clothes until her uniform was ready. It took a week, and on Friday her uniform was there. When she looked at the clothes on the table, a shiver ran through her body again. She wanted to quit, but she needed the job. She took it. It was too short. Too tight. She felt naked, or as her hand called it, a woman of the night. When Roberta saw her, she showered her with compliments. Everyone looked at her as if she were naked, and that's how she felt.

 Her skin was white, as if she had never seen the sun. Her hair was straight, long, and black. Her breasts were large, but not conspicuous. At 1.70m tall and 63kg, she felt good physically. She was very pretty, however, she lacked a feminine touch. Her beauty was hidden behind shyness and a lack of poise. The uniform, light makeup, and heels, not very high (which still made her stumble over her own feet), made her look stunning, but without losing her small-town air. She seemed fragile as glass. That night, the nightclub was dimly lit, which made her feel a little more at ease. The customers were having fun, oblivious to her presence. She managed to relax and forget about the uniform for a brief moment. At a corner table, almost hidden, were five young men. The conversation was lively, all in good spirits. It seemed to her that they had already drunk quite a bit. They called the waiter to serve them another round of beer. Carlos was busy. The waiter asked her to serve them. Clumsily perched on high heels with five beers on a tray, she tripped and fell over the table. Marcelo managed to catch her and prevent a bigger disaster. A few beer spills were inevitable. She was so embarrassed that the boys felt sorry for her. With teary eyes, trembling, and her heart racing so fast it felt like it wanted to leap out of her chest, she wiped up what she could, apologized, and left dejectedly. That night she never returned to the bar. Marcelo couldn't forget the scene and the sadness in the girl's eyes. However, what caught his attention most was her rustic beauty. Her snow-white skin gave her an air of fragility; her black hair contrasted with the paleness of her skin. He wanted to touch her. To protect her.

 The week passed, and the scene was constantly on her mind. On Friday, she couldn't resist and went to the nightclub again. This time, alone; she didn't want to cause a misunderstanding. During the week, Carla gradually got used to the environment and the uniform. She had made friends with her colleagues. She felt much more comfortable. The more experienced staff took Carla by the hand and taught her everything she needed to know to serve well in that environment. She won everyone's hearts with her joy and willpower. She felt much more beautiful, and her smile shone in the dim light of the nightclub. She was finally happy. Friday was the busiest night; everyone was attentive to the customers. In the corner, at the same table where the disaster had occurred, Carla noticed a man alone with familiar features. Marcelo was drinking a beer. He didn't quite know why he was there or why his eyes were searching for someone in the crowd. Until he saw Carla and couldn't look away. He was strangely liking what he saw in her. She approached the table, feeling obligated to apologize for what had happened. When she got close, her heart froze. She imagined it was out of shame. She tried to explain herself. Her voice wouldn't come out. She took a deep breath and began to say everything that came to mind. "It's alright, calm down and don't think about it anymore," he said softly. "Thank you!" Carla replied. She thanked him, walked away, and continued her work until the end of the night. Marcelo was happier than he imagined to see her.

When he left work, almost at dawn, he was standing in front of his car. He saw her and went over to her. He offered her a ride, without quite knowing why he wanted to keep her around longer. She considered refusing, but she was so tired that she thanked him with a long smile, charming him. She lived far from work, and when she took the bus home it took her about two hours to get there. It was almost always dawn. Even with some reluctance, she was happy for the ride. The conversation was pleasant. He wanted to know about her life. Seeing her eyes sparkle as she talked about hers, his urge to kiss her intensified, becoming almost unbearable. Carla was proud of herself, and that made him want to get even closer. He talked a little about his career, but didn't mention his girlfriend. He didn't know exactly why; he always liked talking about her, but at that moment he wanted to forget her. Upon realizing that Carla wasn't comfortable with her social position, he began to playfully use words to relax her. Soon he saw her smile again. When they arrived, dawn was breaking and the sun was rising on the horizon. She thanked him for the ride and said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek, quickly going inside. She was so tired that she collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep immediately. Marcelo was thoughtful and curiously happy. He didn't know what was happening, but the feeling was good. On Friday he wanted to go back to the nightclub, however, he needed to keep his girlfriend company, who was already complaining about his absence. He had no excuses; he had to stay. Carla missed him all those days. The days passed slowly, and the desire to see him grew stronger each day. The activity on Friday night was intense, and she soon forgot about him.

 A week passed and Marcelo was anxiously awaiting Friday. This time Carla wasn't excited, she simply forgot, or almost forgot. When she saw him sitting at the corner table, her heart pounded, her body shivered, she was about to burst with joy. They talked a few times during the night. Marcelo said he would wait for her until the end of the night, noticing Carla's face light up even in the dim light of the nightclub. At the end of the night he was there, waiting for her in front of the car. They were silent for a while, unsure what to say. They wanted to touch each other, the desire burned. Marcelo, however, was afraid of scaring her and she of seeming too bold. Carla, trembling, went to say goodbye with a kiss on the cheek, but Marcelo couldn't resist, their lips touched and the hot kiss was inevitable. Heat rose intensely through their bodies. Their hands began to slide slowly, needing to see how far they could go. They couldn't contain their desire. Carla's body was on fire, and desire coursed through her like wildfire; she wasn't so naive after all. Her hands trembled, her face flushed. They could no longer hide everything that had been contained. Marcelo continued to explore every path with voracity. She was paralyzed, trembling, shivering, and incandescent. She wanted him. All her senses working at once, heading in the same direction.

It was the first time she had been touched in that way. The first time she had allowed herself the pleasure of touch. The first time she had felt the desperate need for someone inside her. She wanted to savor every moment. She had waited for a long time. Now, there, wearing only her overcoat over her indecent uniform, she was ready for him. Her breasts were exposed, which facilitated the massage with his fingers, and then with his mouth. He felt a light pressure on her nipple, then a little stronger. Her body spoke, cried out for more. When the overcoat fell, there she was, her breasts exposed, her legs trembling. The scent of sex emanated like the perfume of a rose. He knew her desire as he had never experienced it in another woman. Their mouths touching. Their flavors mingling. Their hands sliding, making their way to the middle of her legs. Her body throwing itself forward. The moans of pleasure. The fire ignited by mere touch. The dress rising above her waist. The black lace panties now pulled to the side. His fingers caressing her vulva. She was about to explode. He relaxed, his movements slowed. She was almost begging. The car seat reclined. She pulled him closer. His fingers left the space between her legs, wet and warm. She was numb with desire. She was completely surrendered. Now kisses on her neck, on her lap, on her breasts. She felt his warm, wet mouth. She moaned loudly, he went back to playing with her nipples. One, then the other. She felt the wetness between her legs. His mouth now on her navel, making circles. She was amazed. His mouth went lower, between her legs. Her wetness, he wanted to savor it. To suck everything he could. When his tongue touched her, he sucked her clitoris, he was eager for her orgasm. She didn't resist. The orgasm. The instant she went to heaven and hell at the same time. His tongue went back to playing. To sucking her fluid. Her heart wanting to escape her chest. Her breath panting. Her legs trembling. He gently placed her on his lap. She hadn't fully recovered yet. He went slowly. She was opening up. Receiving him. Slowly. She was tight. He was overwhelmingly large. The feeling of his power over her at that moment was unavoidable. Slowly he entered, making his way in. Without haste, he began the back and forth motion; she moaned, sometimes from pain, sometimes from arousal.

Pleasure came quickly It filled her. The dampness in her lap. What was happening? Blood. It couldn't be! She was a virgin! His heart raced. She wasn't naive; she knew it was going to happen. She didn't speak; she didn't want to scare him. She was determined.The emotions were intense. She still hadn't recovered. Her legs were weak, and her heart was still racing. He stood still for a brief moment. He needed to process what had happened. The happiness of having her surpassed everything. Happiness. He embraced her as if he wanted to protect her. They stayed there for a long time, until sunset.

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